By: Zisiga
Coming back to Nairobi after 10months, I didn’t know what to expect. I
missed the commotion that made Nairobi, Nairobi. When trying to
describe the traffic scene to some of my mzungu friends, you could see
as their blue and green eyes all looked at me in horror. I imagined
their thoughts as they politely said, “Oh, it must be crazy”- (read: Wow
this poor African(note: I say African because I in most American eyes
there is no distinction between Kenya and Zimbabwe. Ghana and Mauritius.
Africa is just one big country) How do you explain the energy of the
matatus, I say this with a bit of bitterness, no thanks to the conductor
who decided to charge me 10bob extra because of LIGHT RAIN. As I was
saying…how to you explain how traffic still moves without the
necessarily obeying everything you did (or didn’t) learn in driving
school.
However I have noticed a few new things…This young generation of do-everythings’s. I have a friend who is a (so called) rapper, photographer, fashion blogger/seller, video blogger and everything else you think he can be. Compliment him on the way he walks…and “oh you didn’t know, I also model”. Did I miss some training academy that when I was away? Either that or there must be some food that must be going round that I need to get on. But seriously people. Since when does having a DS camera and being able to use the basic editing programs enable you to call yourself a professional photographer? I must commend this young generation for being the one to finally change the fashion scene. Long gone(or so I hope) are the days when it was accepted to wear the same colored skinny jeans, with your Ray n Pens(Roy n Bon , Ray n Pon..insert whatever rendition you have seen).
So I am walking home and there is this power pole that has fallen on a truck and there are electric cables have snapped. The logical and safe thing would be to cross on the other side of the truck where there is no chance of being electrocuted. Problem is that there are cars on the other side. I stood and waited for the cars to all pass. As I waited. A child with her mother passed under the line. I held my breath and watched another man pass. Haha, then I felt stupid. What Barbie stunts was I trying? In Nairobi. In Kenya. Life goes on. And without thinking about it. I passed under the powerlines and fallen pole.
But there is no place no place like home. There is no place like Kenya. Also, I wonder if I could also run for president? Maybe?
Coming back to Nairobi after 10months, I didn’t know what to expect. I
missed the commotion that made Nairobi, Nairobi. When trying to
describe the traffic scene to some of my mzungu friends, you could see
as their blue and green eyes all looked at me in horror. I imagined
their thoughts as they politely said, “Oh, it must be crazy”- (read: Wow
this poor African(note: I say African because I in most American eyes
there is no distinction between Kenya and Zimbabwe. Ghana and Mauritius.
Africa is just one big country) How do you explain the energy of the
matatus, I say this with a bit of bitterness, no thanks to the conductor
who decided to charge me 10bob extra because of LIGHT RAIN. As I was
saying…how to you explain how traffic still moves without the
necessarily obeying everything you did (or didn’t) learn in driving
school. However I have noticed a few new things…This young generation of do-everythings’s. I have a friend who is a (so called) rapper, photographer, fashion blogger/seller, video blogger and everything else you think he can be. Compliment him on the way he walks…and “oh you didn’t know, I also model”. Did I miss some training academy that when I was away? Either that or there must be some food that must be going round that I need to get on. But seriously people. Since when does having a DS camera and being able to use the basic editing programs enable you to call yourself a professional photographer? I must commend this young generation for being the one to finally change the fashion scene. Long gone(or so I hope) are the days when it was accepted to wear the same colored skinny jeans, with your Ray n Pens(Roy n Bon , Ray n Pon..insert whatever rendition you have seen).
So I am walking home and there is this power pole that has fallen on a truck and there are electric cables have snapped. The logical and safe thing would be to cross on the other side of the truck where there is no chance of being electrocuted. Problem is that there are cars on the other side. I stood and waited for the cars to all pass. As I waited. A child with her mother passed under the line. I held my breath and watched another man pass. Haha, then I felt stupid. What Barbie stunts was I trying? In Nairobi. In Kenya. Life goes on. And without thinking about it. I passed under the powerlines and fallen pole.
But there is no place no place like home. There is no place like Kenya. Also, I wonder if I could also run for president? Maybe?













